@bloodrainbloom said : [ groom ] your muse adjusting mine’s appearance , such as straightening a tie , fixing their hair , or buttoning their shirt for them , etc . reversed.
in this corner of the world , puji shrine is a holy place of exaltation to one calamitous ghost , a place of worship built from the moist soil of the humble village and foundations the pillars of a humble , a kind resolute dream. to xie lian, this corner of the world is the place where he can hide from the heavens , stilts of wood and straw deemed enough that the piercing light cannot peak through and catch ‘pon a strand of raven hair within his grasp.
the early morning is misty during the autumns and finds its chill seeping through layers of white and red. it reminds him much of the days when xie lian first met the one he has chosen to stand in the midst of heaven and earth with. a red so brilliant that had obscured his vision , falling leaves and a voice that spoke with the melody of slyness , who had uttered his name like it was a prayer , and stood in repose with worship at his feet. xie lian opens his eyes to find his disheveled hair spilling over his shoulders like a mountain’s flowing stream , as dark as ink , framing the amber of his eye as he presses a promise ‘pon his lips , and xie lian rises with him.
his revenant undoing , his… salvation ─── it is in every waking day where xie lian looks to him as if it was the first time since he had declared his return , eight hundred years of stagnancy could not abate the pain xie lian had endured when hua cheng was not in his peripheral. xie lian takes him in , in the youth of dawn as the last remainder of sleep escapes his body , and xie lian rakes a hand through hua cheng’s hair , tugging at a few tangles and stands to move the feather light touches he peppers on chilled skin to curl his fingers around the silk of his crimson robe , slipping it over his shoulders , holding him as if he was a priceless pendant of jade. hua cheng looks to him with an intensity of an inquiry , but softens when the god is unyielding in his quest , ushering him to sit in front of the mirror as he takes a comb to his hair.
xie lian smiles at him through the reflection , watching the uneasiness in his mien and finally breaks the comfortable silence , handling the weight of hair like one does a feather as he drags the comb through the downy tresses.
“ this reminds me of the first night. ” xie lian hums , feels the shift in his form as he turns his ear to his god. “ the morning after you stayed during the night in puji shrine , i brushed san lang’s hair just like this. ” he’s met with fond laughter , it comes like the clarity of wind chimes being caressed by spring winds , and xie lian presses a kiss on the top of hua cheng’s head. yes , he rather likes this. he hopes that red continues to obscure his vision , and eight hundred years more , he wishes to wake in the mornings and watch his most exalted worshipper’s smile through the reflection of the mirror.
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